That England lost, that Learning lov'd, that every mouth commended, That fame did prayse, that Prince did rayse, that Countrey so defended, Here lyes the man: lyke to the Swan, who knowing she shall die, Doeth tune her voice unto the Spheares, and scornes Mortalitie. Two worthie Earles his uncles were; a Lady was his Mother; A Knight his father; and himselfe a noble Countesse Brother. Belov'd, bewaild; alive, now dead; of all, with Teares for ever; Here lyes Sir Philip Sidneis Corps, whom cruell Death did sever. He liv'd for her, hee dyde for her; for whom he dyde, he lived: O graunt (O God) that wee of her, may never be deprived. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COVERING WINGS by KATHERINE MANSFIELD LOST ILLUSIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE MAN TO BE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO HENRY LINCOLN JOHNSON - LAWYER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AND THE GREATEST OF THESE IS WAR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |